Page 7 of Cautious

Callie and I stare at each other in amusement before turning to face my grandmother almost in slow motion.

“There are so many things wrong with this conversation, I don’t even know where to start,” I tell her honestly.

“And I would like to add, I have no intention of giving your grandson my… er… cookie,” Callie adds adamantly.

Oh, sweetheart, I do like a challenge.

As if sensing where my thoughts have gone, she scowls at me, crossing her arms over her chest, drawing my eyes to the swell of her breasts peeking out over the edge of her tank top.Speaking of swelling.

I step behind Callie’s chair, which thankfully hides my growing cock from my poor grandmother’s eyes. But now I have a clear view down the front of Callie’s top, taking my cock from semi to stiff in a nanosecond.

“Well now, Callie, never say never.” My grandmother continues to impart us with her words of wisdom. “You have to give him your cookie at some point, child. A man can’t stay on a diet forever without cheating.”

“Are you… did you… is she?” Callie splutters, looking up at me, flummoxed.

I laugh and decide to throw her a bone while discreetly adjusting. Sliding a hand over one of her slim shoulders, my fingertips brushing over her collarbone, making her shiver. “She’s old. I’m pretty sure she’s going senile, so ignore her.”

“I will whoop your ass. I’ll show you senile,” my grandmother snaps as I use my other hand to stroke Callie’s back.

“I’m not having sex with you on our first date!” Callie yells out unexpectedly, making me laugh out loud.

“I didn’t think you would, so calm down. I really do just want to spend time getting to know you,” I reassure her when I feel how tense she has become. Thankfully, she relaxes at my words.

“All right, all right. This senile old woman is getting tired. Blake, walk Callie home, please. And thank you for the flowers. They’re my favorite,” my grandmother announces with a discreet wink at me.

When Callie starts to protest, I talk over her.

“Favorite flowers for my favorite girl,” I tease my grandmother. Now that my dick has calmed down, I walk around the table and place another kiss on her cheek before helping her to her feet. “Can you manage?” I ask her quietly.

“Boy,” she answers in that stern tone she used to use when I was a kid and tried to sneak dessert before I’d finished my supper.

I shake my head at her stubbornness. “All right, all right,” I capitulate before turning to Callie. “You ready?” I ask her, holding out my hand.

She looks at my hand, then my face, then back to my hand again before standing and walking toward me, sliding her smaller one into mine.

“Callie, come back soon, you hear me?” my grandmother demands, wrapping an arm around Callie’s shoulders quickly before pulling away.

“I… er… Sure, June, I’d like that.”

“Good, now get going, and remember what I said,” she calls as we walk down the hall toward the front door.

“Nope. I’m working pretty hard to forget everything she said to me from the moment you arrived,” Callie informs me quietly.

“Now, that’s a crying shame,” I tease her, stepping out into the cooling air and pulling the door closed behind us.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I have a sweet tooth and could really eat a cookie right now.”

She elbows me in the ribs before storming ahead, making me smile.

I jog to catch up to her. She opens her door, and I place my hand on her arm. When she looks over her shoulder at me with a flash of vulnerability shining in her eyes, my smile drops as pure need washes over me.Fuck it.

I spin her gently and push her against the wall just inside her door and press my much larger body against hers, loving how she feels against me. Gazing up at me in surprise, she chews nervously on her lip as her heart beats wildly against my chest.

“What are you—” she whispers, but I cut her off, pressing my lips to hers like I’ve wanted to do since the second I saw her last night.

She gasps in shock, her lips parting in surprise. I use that to my advantage and surge inside, moaning at the taste of her. Sweet tea and cherry, I think. Whatever it is, it’s fucking addictive. I slide my tongue against hers, coaxing her to play with me. Before I know it, she goes languid in my arms, gripping my shirt hard with both hands and pulling me into her. Callie’s tongue slides against mine, teasing and hesitant.

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